4 years ago... Age 14

The sun hits the green lush trees in the estate of the Holme duchy, the wind blowing gently, creating a peaceful atmosphere. However, it's ruined by Veronica's sassy remarks. "You're never going to get married, and if you somehow do, I feel sorry for your bride," she huffs, sitting on the wooden swing hanging from the tree, swaying slowly. "Push harder, you dimwit!" she shouts, her voice filled with annoyance.

I scoff, feigning offense. "How rude! Of course I will get married, and whoever marries me will be lucky to have such a charming husband. I bet you'd love to be my wife." I grin slyly when Veronica tells me to push harder. "Oh? If you insist!" I take a step back before quickly stepping forward, pushing her as hard as I can, sending her flying through the air.

"You crazy bastard!" she screams as she falls into the small pond, sending a huge splash into the air and soaking her perfectly white dress. She quickly sits up out of the water, practically fuming. "As if! Never in one thousand years!"

4 years later... Age 18

Veronica walks down the aisle, her white silk dress falling softly against her skin, her veil concealing her features. She tries not to gaze at the wedding guests, keeping her eyes on the priest and... him. That asshole. Who would have imagined she would marry me, that lucky bastard.

Once she reaches me, I lift her veil, and the priest starts the ceremony. After a moment he asks, "Do you take Veronica Holme as your lawfully wedded wife?" I take a moment and grin, a sense of pride and victory covering my face. "I do."

Then the priest asks Veronica the same question: "Veronica, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?" She bites her lip, holding back the urge to scream objections, before putting on a fake smile. "I do."

And just like that, the wedding is over. We had our celebration with dancing, eating, speeches, and all the usual traditions. Now everyone has left, and Veronica and I are in our shared bedroom on our wedding night.